Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong, wrong. Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander alone Through forests I'll follow, and where the sea flows, The threads of our two lives are woven in one. Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed, How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand? Some seek for dissension, and trouble, and strife; Annie of Tharaw, such is not our love; This turns to a heaven the hut where we dwell; THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR. FROM THE GERMAN OF JULIUS MOSEN. FORMS of saints and kings are standing Who hath soothed my soul with love. In his mantle,-wound about him, And so stands he calm and childlike, I would be like him a child! And my songs,-green leaves and blossoms,— THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL. FROM THE GERMAN OF JULIUS MOSEN. ON the cross the dying Saviour And by all the world forsaken, A little bird is striving there. Stained with blood and never tiring, And the Saviour speaks in mildness: 66 Blest be thou of all the good! Bear, as token of this moment, Marks of blood and holy rood!" And that bird is called the crossbill; THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS. FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINRICH HEINE. THE sea hath its pearls, The heaven hath its stars; But my heart, my heart, Great are the sea and the heaven; Thou little, youthful maiden, POETIC APHORISMS. FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU. SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. MONEY. WHEREUNTO is money good? Who has it not wants hardihood, THE BEST MEDICINES. Joy and Temperance and Repose SIN. Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees. LAW OF LIFE. Live I, so live I, CREEDS. Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be. THE RESTLESS HEART. A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round; If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. CHRISTIAN LOVE. Whilom Love was like a fire, and warmth and comfort it bespoke ; But, alas! it now is quenched, and only bites us, like the smoke. ART AND TACT. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. TRUTH. When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire, Ha! how soon they all are silent! Thus Truth silences the liar. RHYMES. If perhaps these rhymes of mine should sound not well in strangers' ears, They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs ; For so long as words, like mortals, call a fatherland their own, They will be most highly valued where they are best and longest known. CURFEW. I. SOLEMNLY, mournfully, Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the light; Dark grow the windows, No voice in the chambers, |